SACRED BODY OF THE IMMORTALS

Chapter 967 967 The Mojie Imperial Clan's Fury

All sounds between heaven and earth seemed to have been sucked away.

Everyone silently opened their mouths wide, yet not a single sound could escape.

It was as if an invisible pair of hands had seized their throats, leaving them voiceless.

One of the Seven Minor Emperors, the Mojie Emperor's Son, had been run through by the Divine Weeping War Halberd.

Pinned to the God of War Mountain with a single strike!

The sheer impact and shock of it sent waves of terror crashing through many hearts, leaving them unable to come back to their senses for a long time.

Everyone's gaze fell once more upon that man with flowing white hair and robes as white as snow.

"Could it be that he was already confident he could one-shot the Mojie Emperor's Son, and that's why he was so calm about it?"

Many people thought of this, and a chill crept into their hearts, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured down their spines.

This man was far too powerful, and far too terrifying.

To pin the Mojie Emperor's Son to the God of War Mountain with a single strike — who else could possess such dominance, such audacity!

Jun Xiaoyao's expression was indifferent.

From the moment the Mojie Emperor's Son issued his challenge, his fate had already been sealed.

If there was anyone to blame, it was the Mojie Emperor's Son for walking straight into the line of fire.

Jun Xiaoyao had just happened to need to make a big scene.

Besides, the Seven Minor Emperors of the foreign realm, if allowed to grow, would absolutely become a great calamity for the immortal realm in the future.

Getting to eliminate one of them ahead of time was a gain for Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao walked calmly toward the Mojie Emperor's Son.

Countless blood threads emerged along the shaft of the Divine Weeping War Halberd, piercing into the fallen body of the Mojie Emperor's Son and draining every last drop of his essence.

Jun Xiaoyao slowly pulled out the Divine Weeping War Halberd.

A gentle shake.

Flesh and blood scattered.

Jun Xiaoyao stood at the peak of the God of War Mountain, his gaze sweeping across the crowd.

The Prince of the Other Shore, Li Jiuming, Pu Yao, and the others all slightly lowered their heads, not daring to meet Jun Xiaoyao's eyes.

The other disciples of the God of War Academy also bowed their heads in submission.

As for Tushan Wanwan, Tushan Chunchun, Su Hongyi, and the other women, their eyes were bright, brimming with awe and admiration.

Watching Jun Xiaoyao, whose single gaze could dominate the entire scene, Elder Mu let out a long, deep sigh.

The Chaos Physique — its great momentum had begun to take shape!

"I grant anyone the right to challenge me, but..."

"I cannot guarantee you will walk away with your life!"

Jun Xiaoyao's voice was calm and unhurried, yet it spread across the vast expanse of heaven and earth.

Everyone who heard these words was first startled, then filled with reverence and admiration!

In the foreign realm, the strong were worshipped and martial might reigned supreme.

Jun Xiaoyao's performance had undeniably conquered everyone present.

It was easy to imagine that after this battle, Jun Xiaoyao's name would soar to the very pinnacle of the foreign realm.

It was likely that the other members among the Seven Minor Emperors would find their own glory dimmed somewhat in Jun Xiaoyao's presence.

And if they were to learn that the person they worshipped was actually someone from the immortal realm —

That revelation would surely overturn the worldview of every living being in the foreign realm.

Of course, that was a matter for later.

At this moment, Jun Xiaoyao held the Divine Weeping War Halberd, his white hair dancing in the wind, his bearing peerless and unmatched.

He did not relax in the slightest, for he knew the matter was not yet over.

The Mojie Emperor's Son had died in vain because he had underestimated Jun Xiaoyao's strength, and also underestimated the power of the Divine Weeping War Halberd.

But the Mojie Imperial Clan standing behind him would clearly not let this rest.

"Young friend, you acted too impulsively..." Elder Mu's brow furrowed deeply.

Jun Xiaoyao's performance was breathtaking.

But his actions had been somewhat rash.

Rumble!

Heaven and earth trembled, and the winds and clouds shifted violently.

A world-ending killing intent surged forth.

It was the powerful figures of the Mojie Imperial Clan, shaking with fury.

They had never imagined that their own Emperor's Son could be killed in a single move.

It had happened so suddenly that they hadn't even had time to take precautions.

"You insolent wretch, you're courting death!"

Within the boundless void, a blurry silhouette emerged, radiating the aura of a quasi-immortal — boundlessly terrifying.

It was a quasi-immortal of the Mojie Imperial Clan, projecting their presence into the void, radiating towering rage.

Who could have anticipated that the battle at the God of War Mountain would cost the Mojie Emperor's Son his life?

A massive hand pressed down from above, endless runes cascading like a waterfall, collapsing the void and throwing space into chaos.

When a quasi-immortal's fury erupts, heaven and earth shake!

"Please hold, great one — this is the God of War Academy!"

Elder Mu's eyelid twitched as he cried out in alarm.

Although Jun Xiaoyao had killed the Mojie Emperor's Son, he possessed the Chaos Physique and had been conferred the title of quasi-God of War by the God of War Academy.

Not to mention that Jun Xiaoyao had now drawn the Divine Weeping War Halberd, making him, in every sense, the successor of the founding God of War.

If he were to be struck down by a quasi-immortal of the Mojie Imperial Clan, the loss would be immeasurable.

Facing the overwhelming pressure of the quasi-immortal, Jun Xiaoyao stood with his white hair billowing and his white robes rippling, holding the Divine Weeping War Halberd, his expression as calm as still water.

The reason Jun Xiaoyao had acted so decisively in killing the Mojie Emperor's Son —

Beyond the fact that he was one of the Seven Minor Emperors, there was another reason.

Jun Xiaoyao was gambling.

Gambling on what Luo Xiangling's reaction would be.

Whether she would be willing to stand up for him and act on his behalf.

Boom!

The quasi-immortal's hand of law pressed down.

At that very moment, countless runes surged forth from the void like crashing waves, rolling in like a tide, colliding with the hand of law.

"Hmm?"

The quasi-immortal of the Mojie Imperial Clan let out a cold snort.

In the sky above, a breathtakingly beautiful silhouette appeared.

Sheer gauze draped over her robes, misty smoke-like skirts flowing around her.

Her sleeves drifted in the breeze, and three thousand strands of deep blue hair scattered gently with the wind.

Her features were exquisitely beautiful, as if crafted by the hand of heaven itself.

Her skin, rivaling snow and frost, glowed with the warmth of fine white jade.

Her figure was tall and slender, her waist delicate, and the legs beneath her skirt were straight and long.

Her entire presence was like a goddess rising from the waters, a divine spirit of the river.

Light and radiance swirled around her, setting off a scene of breathtaking beauty.

Every male prodigy present was left completely dumbstruck.

"It's the Luo King!"

"So this is the Luo King — she's far too beautiful."

Many people exclaimed in amazement, utterly entranced.

Not just the male prodigies — even the women couldn't help but feel a surge of awe at the sight.

Many of them were seeing Luo Xiangling for the very first time.

After all, she was famously low-key and rarely stepped out of the Purple Bamboo Forest.

Seeing Luo Xiangling arrive, Elder Mu quietly let out a breath of relief.

At the very least, Luo Xiangling would not stand by and watch something happen to Jun Xiaoyao.

After all, the relationship between the two of them...

"Luo King, what is the meaning of this?"

The projection of the Mojie Imperial Clan's quasi-immortal in the void asked in a cold, detached tone.

Luo Xiangling's eyes were soft and luminous — but only when she looked at Jun Xiaoyao.

Now, she raised her head, her swan-like neck as white and smooth as jade.

Her eyes seemed to carry the bite of a cold, cutting wind.

"Yu Xiaoyao is under my protection!"

The words came from a voice as melodious as a clear spring flowing over stones, yet what she said was more domineering than anything a man could have uttered.

Every living being surrounding the God of War Mountain stared wide-eyed, their mouths hanging open wide enough to fit an egg.

Don't be fooled by how Luo Xiangling normally interacted with Jun Xiaoyao without a shred of a superior's airs.

When she meant business, she was a true queen, a true powerhouse.

"Why do I feel a little envious?" one prodigy said sourly.

"With the Luo King watching over you, what's the point of cultivating at all."

"Luo King, I don't want to work hard anymore either..."

Feeling the countless envious gazes falling upon him,

a trace of relief settled in the depths of Jun Xiaoyao's eyes.

It seemed that his efforts to win her over during this period of time had not been wasted.

Not to say that Luo Xiangling had any particular feelings for him.

But at the very least, even when faced with a quasi-immortal from an imperial clan, Luo Xiangling was willing to step forward for him.

That was enough.